So Get A Replacement

Seems like Britishland’s little darling has been having problems:

Emma Raducan, 21, shot to fame after winning the US Open in 2021 as an 18-year-old. She had been handed a £125,000 911 Carrera GTS Cabriolet under a lucrative sponsorship with the luxury motor brand which began in 2022.

However, what sponsors giveth, they may also taketh away:

However, last month Raducanu saw her pride and joy taken from her after the company “took it back”.  One of her associates is quoted by the Daily Mail as saying: “Emma no longer has a Porsche.  They took it back. It used to have pride of place at her home.”

Porsche has a history of suddenly pulling the plug on sponsorship deals they do not feel are value for money, including when athletes are not meeting expectations.

…and our little girl has won pretty much nada  since her US Open victory, so perhaps it was unsurprising.

Anyway, she had a two-word comment of joy the other day, because apparently Porsche gave her another one (I suppose because they didn’t want to look like the heartless bastards they are).

Had I been a well-paid tennis star going through a bad patch, I know what my two-word response would have been after the snatchback:  “Hello, Ferrari.”

Along with several more words, few of them printable in a newspaper, and not very complimentary towards Porsche either.

But that’s just me.


Afterthought:  Of course, Emma could always have gone with Mercedes, judging by their own recent losing record in Formula One… kindred spirits, so to speak. [/snark]

Qu’est-Que C’est “VUCA”?

Paul Collits has written an excellent diagnosis of the so-called modern world.  Here’s how it starts:

Once upon a time, there was a place for everything and everything was in its place. Let’s call this time the 1950s. We had the Tridentine Latin Mass. Eisenhower was in the White House. Churchill made a comeback. Men and women were, well, men and women. The Soviets were the main (only?) bad guys. The enemy was communism. Dress was modest. We had control of our private lives. Our lives were, well, private. Newspapers (perhaps) told the truth.

We had the ‘long boom’. Just about everyone had a job.

There were lots of hideous things that hadn’t even been thought of: the European Union, Bill Gates, wokery, postmodernism, the endlessly revised ‘modern’ Novus Ordo Mass, reality TV, the modern university, human-resources departments, pretend democracy, politicised police, surveillance capitalism, homosexuality-infested British [and American — K.] television drama and lifestyle shows. Make up your own list. Nostalgia has manifold merits.

And then he goes full-bore attack dog on modernism.

The change obsession was born in the 1960s, and there has since been permanent revolution; we have simply found ever new ways of making it worse. This whole farandole neatly covers my lifetime. There is even a word for our current world. Inevitably it is an acronym. And almost inevitably it comes from the US military and has become a business-studies cliché. We now live in VUCA world:

VUCA stands for Volatility, Uncertainty, Complexity, and Ambiguity and is used to help teams and organisations better prepare for, and manage the risks associated with, uncertain situations. VUCA has now been reimagined as leadership with ‘vision, understanding, clarity, agility’. There you go.

Websites like the one linked above, which disputes the military origins of the term, suggest to me the emergence of a VUCA cult in the business world and perhaps beyond that. After all, we are all required to ‘celebrate diversity’ and ‘affirm’ every bizarre sexuality dreamt up, adopt every new version of Windows, get the app, wave our smartphones at machines, kill cash, love antipopes, take lethal injectables, and the rest.

Not only are we told to accept all this as the new way of life; we are enjoined to embrace it. Get with the programme. No room here for William F Buckley Jr’s counterstrategy of standing athwart history and yelling ‘Stop!’

All the things listed here connote ‘disruption’. And, of course, ‘diversity’. For business, this is the new reality, accepted at face value, something to be reckoned with. Nassim Nicholas Taleb (why use just two names when you have three?) of ‘black swans’ fame, has written a book, Antifragile: Things that Gain from Disorder (2012), on how to profit from the new VUCA order of things. In such a world, the abnormal becomes normal. JD Vance is deemed ‘creepy’ and ‘weird’. Not so Tim Walz (though what’s emerging on ‘Touchdown Tim’ in the alt-media if true, isn’t pretty).

A question for conspiracy researchers should be whether the creation of a VUCA cult and the urging of all of us to just deal with it have been deliberate. Whether the normalisation of the weird and unpredictable is a strategy of confusion that stands alongside censorship, silencing of dissent, memory-holing, doublespeak, ridiculing conservatism, abandonment of both history study and the teaching of critical skills. It is a real question. If it quacks like a deliberate strategy, it probably is a deliberate strategy. See also replacement theory.

Time to turn back the clock, methinks.  Or load up the helicopters, metaphorically speaking of course.

Well… Bye

Reader Mike L sent me this little news snippet:

Macy’s bosses are forging ahead with store closures as they look to reinvent the 166-year-old retailer.  The troubled department store chain announced in February that it would shut 150 over the next three years – including 55 by the end of 2024.   It will be left with just 350 stores – a far cry from the peak of around 1,100 in 2008. Since then it has been in steady decline.  Macy’s has yet to announce exactly which stores will be affected, but employees are speculating whether their location could be on the chopping block.

…and I don’t care.

I’ve hated those New York bastards with a passion ever since they bought the exquisite Marshall Field’s* in Chicago and turned it into… well, Macy’s.

I hope they all perish.


* probably the best department store in the world during the 1980s and -90s.  Their Rare Books Department alone was worth any four departments in Macy’s.  Unsurprisingly, it was the first department that Macy’s eliminated.

Urban Island

Okay, here’s a place that for some reason has taken my imagination:

Another view:

It’s in England — it could only be in England in that location — and in the chilly north (York), which would make it even less desirable.  Also, from its description it’s in terrible shape inside, and in typical Brit fashion it has only one bathroom, but ignore all that for the moment.

Like I said, for some reason it has a strange appeal for me.  The “no neighbors” thing is one attraction, and yes, there will be terrible traffic noise so having a garden is not that much of an attraction.  But it’s surely a better deal than one of the houses / apartments across the main road, which have all the same noise but not any privacy, with two shared walls and cramped living conditions.

Could you live in such a place, or is it the stuff of your nightmares?


I meant this to be posted yesterday, but in my sickened state I cocked up the date, so here it is.

Marking Time

Am I the only one who’s in a mood of suspension, here?

Of late, I feel myself facing the tide of daily events with a sense of either indifference or irritation — in the latter case, that whatever happens before the November elections will turn out to be irrelevant.

More than ever before, this election will be a watershed of some kind in this nation’s history.  If Trump wins the Presidency, perhaps he can do all the things — or at least most of the things — that could begin to turn the ship of state around, away from the looming catastrophe of Socialism that would most certainly be cemented in place should Harris and her Communist vice-president win.

I have to say that I felt the same way before Obama was elected, but not as keenly as I do now.

Is this what faces us, in the foreseeable future?  A perpetual cycle of eight years of socialism, followed by four years of slight correction, followed by another eight years of socialism?

I leave it to others — I have to leave it to others — to decide what happens from now on.  I am but one vote, one voice, and my age and failing health will prevent me from participating in what so many conservatives are calling a “revolution”, an upheaval so cataclysmic that for the first time in my life, I am afraid not just of that, but of the consequences thereof.

I have made all sorts of preparations, taken all sorts of precautions, but I fear that no matter what I have done, it will not be enough.